#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
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she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
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the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…